My filial piety has gone bad

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Chapter 0210 [Big Chapter] Sister

Before the end of the Dharma era.

In the mortal world, Xi, according to legend, is an evil beast with four horns and four legs. Due to the heavy snow in winter and the lack of food, it often goes to nearby villages to find food.

Because of his huge body, bad temper, and abnormal ferocity, he brought great disasters to the villagers.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, people organize their clothes, help the old and the young, and go to the nearby Zongmen to take refuge in the evening.

This is the origin of the legendary New Year's Eve.

In the Dharma-ending Era, the New Year's Eve in the realm of cultivation followed current events and became the Night of Exorcising Darkness.

After all, there is nothing in this world that brings greater disasters to human beings than the Netherworld.

Cultivators have a long lifespan, and New Year's Eve is only celebrated every 12 years, which is much more lively than ordinary New Year's Eve.

The custom of posting couplets has long since disappeared in the world of self-cultivation, but setting off lanterns, fireworks, and firecrackers is still used as a ceremony of hot weapons against the ghosts and has been preserved to this day.

New Year's Eve.

The ghost paper kites made of low-level talismans floated over the Zongzhi Mountains, under the large array of mountain guards, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

Especially the white eyes painted on the Nether paper kite, vividly drawn with a protruding three-dimensional sense, arranged in strange geometric figures, like the hallucinatory pictures that Xiao Ran saw in his previous life.

For example, you are loli, you are loli, you are the picture of loli...

After watching too much, you really think you are a loli, and there is a ghost in the sky.

Tens of thousands of terrifying white eyes hang over the mountains in broad daylight, frightening the new disciples who have just started not to look up.

Even spring frogs and autumn cicadas are working harder on alchemy today than in the past, and they are determined not to take a step forward until the fireworks are set off at night.

Because everyone has been waiting eagerly for the night to fall since noon, and there are dense darkness in the sky, which brings a lot of psychological pressure to people, making people feel that the night on New Year's Eve is much later than usual.

On New Year's Eve, Xiao Ran decided to take a day off, stop caring about promotion and filial piety, and relax.

Xiao Ran made the fireworks on Zhijian Peak himself.

After all, he has a rich experience of being sprayed into the sky by his master to set off fireworks.

The fireworks he made are relatively retro, and they are the long stick style that he played in his previous life when he was a child.

However, the iron tube is engraved with spiritual patterns and filled with special gunpowder, which can control the shooting and power extremely accurately, and achieve continuous and precise strikes.

Compared with Zongzhishan's fixed single-earth gun-style fireworks, it is still relatively new.

Night has finally come.

The mountains of Zongzhi began to be lively, and every mountain peak was lit with Panshan red lanterns.

After Chuyan finished lighting the lanterns, Xiao Ran set off fireworks with his master and apprentice on Jianping.

Relying on this firework tube, under the rule of not using his own spiritual power, he lit all the ghost kites in the Zhijian Peak area a quarter of an hour after dark.

There are only a few sparks in the sky above other mountain tops, but Zhijian Peak can start a prairie fire.

The continuous fire light illuminates the entire night sky, and Zhijian Peak is as bright as day, extremely gorgeous.

Ling Zhouyue is not interested in fireworks, but she is still very excited about the New Year.

New Years means playing cards all night long.

Although she can do this in normal times, so can others during Chinese New Year.

Lele alone is not as good as all.

Borrowing the light of the fire in the sky, Ling Zhouyue sat cross-legged on the pine root alone, drinking with her back and fiddling with bamboo cards.

Sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, with a dignified look on his face, those who didn't know thought he was studying the future direction of the cultivation world.

Xiao Ran leaned over and asked proudly:

"Master, what do you think of my shooting skills?"

Ling Zhou didn't even raise the moon, and responded casually:

"As expected of my disciple of Sword Peak, Dou Youming's skills have always been first-class."

Setting off fireworks and shooting Youming is equal to fighting Youming?

When Xiao Ran thought about it, there was nothing wrong with it in theory.

Chuyan Maitai's voice came from behind.

"If you keep shooting like this, You Ming will have to give birth to you."

Xiao Ran:

"..."

Ling Zhouyue also raised her head and stared at Xiao Ran.

Thinking of Xiao Ran's actions in recent days, he felt that it might be harder for him to have children than Nether.

Chu Yan gave Xiao Ran a meaningful look, then took out a set of New Year's red clothes and handed it to the master.

"New year, new atmosphere, this is the New Year clothes specially prepared by the disciple for the master. May the master wipe out the apostles this time, take the lead, succeed immediately, and Dou Youming can always win and become popular."

Ling Zhouyue took a look, it was red clothes, she frowned slightly.

"Why the red dress?"

Chu Yan also felt a chill in her heart.

"Master doesn't like red clothes?"

Ling Zhouyue shook her head and said:

"That's not true, I rarely wear red clothes."

Chuyan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the red dress and gestured in front of her small body.

"Try it on, master must look beautiful in red."

Ling Zhouyue's face was rare and calm, and the light of the fire that was as bright as daylight solidified her picturesque face.